*Free shipping on orders over $35* Raspberry Our raspberry syrup is the kind of sweet that knows exactly what it’s doing. Bright, bold, and a little dangerous, it hits you with that tart first impression and then melts into warm whispers of ginger, cacao, mint, and just a hint of vanilla—like someone who pretends they’re “just friends” but keeps leaning in a little too close. Stir it into a margarita, pour it over ice with soda, shake it into gin, or lace it into dessert. However you use it, this syrup brings the kind of energy that makes your pulse skip and your cheeks flush. It’s playful. It’s seductive. It’s the flavor of that one summer romance you still think about when you hear certain songs—bright raspberries tangled up with just enough heat and spice to remind you why you got into trouble in the first place. Go on. Let this one ruin your favorite drink for anyone else. Looking for cocktail inspiration? Try these refreshing drink recipes using Bitter Ex Raspberry Syrup! Potential allergens or sensitivities: raspberries, lemon, lime, vanilla, ginger, cacao, mint, thyme, citric acid, malic acid Raspberries by Joseph O. Legaspi It is the season of berries,which could mean summer—in Chile, Mexico, or Jane Streetwhere the creamy smell of biscuitsis Virginia to me. Dear one,in your cotton turtleneck,white as the hair-cloudon your chirping head,you’re the best brunchhostess. You soften the butter,lambent warmth, sunshiny in the overcast.Around the handle of your gentle kettleyou tie the strings of the tea bags, afloatinside in their darkening infusion,buoyed by threads that tugI am here, not too far away.I am to pull you back to shore.And you let us set the tablein the patio, in the back gardenbecause it is seasonal, a light sweaterwould do, as we pour honey, conjuringthe invisible bees. You ladle the eggs,open-faced, their yolks aglow miniatureplanets, on my plate next to a biscuitlike a bivalve, the salad crispsas autumnal air. Our talk rises,blue steam, radiator heat, budsburgeoning from spindly brancheswhile you listen, dispense, and singAah, there’s more sweetness! And we head into the sink. You tell me to run the watergently over the cup of raspberries.They are so delicate, you say, mereforce of the faucet can wither theminto pulp. Therefore, as you’ve shown,my fingers and hand transform into a sieve,showering into cleanliness the acorn-shapedlantern-redness with expert tenderness.
